A man on the corner looks everything over - he don't know where he's going next. He's never worried never too hurried - always finds a place to lay his head. He never understands why everybody plans for tomorrow and not today. Another's in his suite. Works late on wall st. A million dolalr view he's never seen. He's always planning, saving, scanning. No one dare interrupt it's his routine. He never understands why everybody stands still in a world full of demands. Just once when things were slow he saw the corner man below looking back with eyes he somehow seemed to know. As the two stared blind the same thought crossed their minds. I only feel so sorry for your kind. They turn away.